The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu quietly looked at the abyss.

No matter whether the abyss looks at him or not, whether he responds.

I don't know how long it took, Cao Yuan's voice finally sounded again: "Why should I ask this?"

Jing Jiu said: "I wanted to tell your story that day, so I have to confirm the truth first."

The story was even told to him in March. She would definitely not lie to him, but would the little boy who fell in love boast a legendary origin for himself? He could n’t guarantee it, so he came to the bottom of the mountain to ask Cao Yuan said.

"it is true."

Cao Yuan's voice disappeared for a long time before it rang again.

"I will send you when you leave."

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue reached the upper reaches from the lower reaches of magma rivers.

The hot magma flows slowly between the rocks, and the surface is covered with a layer of gray, which is not very bright.

Because there is a lot of magma flowing into the underworld, the river surface is shorter than it was at that time, revealing more gentle slopes, and it would be more comfortable to want to lie down.

Jing Jiu took off his white clothes and handed them to Zhao Layue, and walked into the river.

Zhao Layue put the white dress on his arm casually, looking at his back and asked: "He has been in the underworld and refuses to come up, why should he come to give you?"

Jing Jiu walked into the magma river and broke the magma surface, bringing out a bright and extremely bright light.

"Probably don't want me to talk nonsense."

He flooded his body into the magma, only showing his face, closing his eyes, as if enjoying it.

Zhao Layue didn't know the story, so he didn't understand why the Dao Shenghui was so nervous. He walked to the river and squatted down, looking curiously at his face.

"Have you seen it? I can feel it, so I don't have to sympathize with me."

Jing Jiu said with his eyes closed.

Zhao Layue asked, "... Is this comfortable?"

"Very comfortable, would you like to try it?"

After Liu Ci left that time, Jing Jiu became more talkative again.

Is his emotional weakness left?

Zhao Layue looked at the sparks bursting on the surface of the magma that he broke, shook his head, and said, "My body can't bear it."

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at her and said, "Don't forget that you are an invisible sword body."

Zhao Layue understood what he meant, his eyes became brighter, and he was eager to try.

Jing Jiu said, "Come on."

Zhao Layue bit his lip lightly, put his white dress on the slope, took off his shirt, put the Forth sword in two pieces on it, and thought about it again, and took off the hair with a pigtail When he came down, he carefully tipped his toes and stretched out into the fiery magma river.

The tight toes produced a sword at the moment when they were about to touch the magma, and then winded up like a wind, forming a very thin barrier on the surface of her body.

The magma was stepped on, and there was no sound of running water. It was more like stepping into the mud.

She adjusted to the burning sensation of touch and slight pain, and slowly slid into the magma, and Xuejingjiu lay down.

Then an unexpected problem occurred.

Her body was not as heavy and tight as Jing Jiu, but she slowly floated in the magma.

The bright and hot magma slipped from her curve, and more than ten sparks appeared. The picture looked very beautiful.

Jing Jiu looked at the scene, and his eyes showed appreciation.

If it is another woman, even Nan Wang and Bai Zao will have some shame at this time.

Zhao Layue didn't care. He stretched his finger and dipped some magma on his body, just like a playful girl.

It's just a pity that I can't completely soak in the magma.

Jing Jiu took out Qingtianjian and handed it to her.

Holding Qingtianjian in her arms, she slowly sank into the magma, feeling the ubiquitous sense of oppression and burning, and gave a satisfied sigh.

The river is flowing slowly, there is no sound, it is the stones that were taken away by the magma, and it is silent when it sinks.

The two soaked in the magma, closed their eyes and did not speak for a long time.

Not knowing how long it passed, Zhao Layue suddenly said, "If only there was a glass of ice wine at this time, it would be nice."

Jing Jiu reached out and grabbed a black box in the void.

This is the box used to hold the Great Emperor's Seal. It has stayed in that cold world for many years, and it is extremely cold.

Even in a dry magma river, it took only a short time for many water droplets to condense together.

Zhao Layue took the black box, put the corner of the box to his lips, and took a slow sip.

The condensed clear water naturally has no taste, but the feeling of passing the lips and slipping into the throat is very beautiful, just like the jade liquid in the fairy palace.

Jing Jiu's thoughts moved slightly, calling on the two truncated swords on the slope. The sword light disappeared in his eyes, aimed at the gap, and then held tightly in his hands.

Countless sword fires spewed out from the fingers, and just a few dozen breaths made the gap of the broken sword soft and began to melt.

After all, it is the Firth sword. It takes a long time to restore it. Jing Jiu took his hand back into the magma, closed his eyes, and said, "I'll take a break."

Jianhuo was still gushing between his fingers, causing the magma to tremble slightly, and it looked like porridge about to boil.

Zhao Layue looked at his face, so was his mood.

She knew that his spirit had gone to Qingtianjian and would not wake up for a while.

——The eyebrows are picturesque, the beauty cannot be said.

Thinking of never seeing this face again in the future, she was so reluctant that she wanted to do something.

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It is autumn in Qingtianjian.

There was an autumn rain last night, and Ye Luo didn't know much, and the sudden chill came, and the people of Chu's old capital put on thick clothes.

Who would have thought that the morning glow of this morning was so red, and the sky that followed was so blue, the sun and white were disturbing, and the whole world suddenly became hot, as if returning to summer, even those silence The frogs that had disappeared for many days came to life and began to sing aloud.

The whole courtyard was full of croaking sounds, and the green pings on the water were shaking slightly.

"It's noisy! You don't talk about it! Hurry and call someone to take me all these frogs! Stew soup! Teriyaki! How can I sleep after this noisy!"

The red carp broke through the green ping and floated to the surface of the water. The round fish lips merged together, and countless swear words spewed out like archery.

People in the old capital of the Chu Kingdom know that Grandpa Zhang has been a bit confused for years, and ordered people to dig a huge pond in the yard and raise a strange fish in it.

The so-called strange fish is a monster, because many people have heard the red carp speak.

Because of this, no one in Zhangfu dares to approach this pond. Only the old lady stays here for a long time every day.

Mrs. Zhang sat down on the stone bench tremblingly, pointed at the red carp with a cane and said, "You can talk to me, no matter who you come, you have to say a few words to the other party. Do? Now you are said to be a monster, what should you do if I die? You can't bear it? "

This red carp is naturally the once prepared god beast fire carp king of the Zhongzhou school. It was killed by the white people with extremely cruel means, and sacrificed with the spirit blood to kill the sky, but with good luck, Jing Jiu found it. Wisp of soul, put into the blue sky.

Listening to Grandpa Zhang, Huoli was very angry and shouted, "Can I still bear to speak or am I? Your God here is doing blind blindly, it was autumn yesterday, summer is today, is it tomorrow? Snow? How can it be done in such a mess! "

Grandpa Zhang listened to its disrespect for God, and his expression changed slightly. He lowered his voice and warned: "Be careful of your mouth! Let him listen to him carefully!"

The fire carp shouted loudly: "I can't help but die! Even if he comes ... Ah!"

Someone came when the wind passed the blue sky.

Jing Jiu appeared by the pond.

Huoli cried with a cry: "You are finally here, real person! I miss you so much!"